Inspired by the poetry of Lakshmi Palaparambil Dinesh in Meaning of Randomness.

Disclaimer: The text in quotation marks is taken from Tenderness by Robert Cormier.


the water is still, silent

I have read, "like the lid of a coffin"

I can see my face

reflected back at me

as I gaze into that still, water-like surface

my face

but not my face

cold, cynical

inquisitive

is that really my face?

or the face of a stranger,

my strange doppelganger?

a ghost

human-coloured shadow

of the person

I used to be